Nothing makes a girl appreciate days off like never having days off. Hello, gentle readers. It was all hospital all the time there for a few weeks. Strangely, the longest week of my working life flew by the fastest. Saturday thru Friday with two call nights in there, but somehow being that busy accelerates time. I realized that my anxiety builds when I'm idle, when I'm waiting, when I'm thinking about work. But actually being there, in motion, well, it's not so bad! My dream team also made the week a joy. I seriously could not have hoped for nicer, cooler, smarter people to work with. I do miss my "family," that end of camp feeling. But I'll see them around. Now returning to regular pisces life seems so low-key.
All I can really think about right now, though, is David Foster Wallace. Infinite Jest means something in my life, as so did its creator. I was staring at his signature in my book today, and my heart hurt. Sure, he didn't seem like the most stable man ever, too much of a genius and creativity for complete mental health, but this? Who will write about tennis? Who will write 80-page articles in Rolling Stone? I will miss you, you crazy footnoting pomo freak.
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